Aaron looked into the distance and spotted Peter B. Parker in the middle of a skyscraper in New York, gazing affectionately at his own portrait.
"Alright everyone, let's say this one last time."
"My name is Peter B. Parker, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider."
"For 22 years, I thought I was the only Spider-Man."
"Until... I died..."
"To be precise, I saw the news and obituary photo of my own death."
Peter B. Parker, who had recently gotten divorced and came from the future world of Main Universe 616, stared blankly at the guy in front of him who looked exactly like himself.
Actually, there was a slight difference—the other party had blonde hair.
Unfortunately, this blonde guy had already been killed. In this world, only he, the brown-haired one, remained.
Peter B. Parker looked into the black and white mirror, completely oblivious as he puffed out his fat belly.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his mind.
"Found you. You were the last one missing."
Peter B. Parker was startled. "Who is speaking?"
Before he could become vigilant, he was forcibly sucked into a black hole by a surge of power the next moment.
When he reappeared, a guy with black hair appeared before him.
Peter B. Parker prepared for battle, looking warily at the unfamiliar guy until he saw more.
Spider-Men?
No, that's not right.
Something strange had mixed in here.
"Are you a pig?"
"I hate it when people call me a pig! I am a Spider!" Peter Porker pulled out a hammer larger than himself from somewhere.
Peter B. Parker waved his hands repeatedly. "Haha, just kidding. I knew you were Spider-Man..."
As if!
You're clearly a pig!
"So, everyone here is a Spider-Man?"
Right after Peter B. Parker finished speaking, he noticed everyone looking at Aaron.
"I am not."
Aaron spoke up, and before Peter could forcefully trigger a self-introduction, he added, "Alright, since everyone is here, we should get down to business."
"For example, who do we need to take down right now?"
"Take down who?"
Peter Porker swung his large hammer. "I'm going to smash him to death."
"It's Kingpin, Prowler, Doctor Octopus, Tombstone, Green Goblin, and Scorpion."
"Oh, crap! I should have known it was them!" Peter Porker yelled.
Except for Gwen and Miles, the other Spider-Men all looked indignant.
"I beat them up ages ago. Now it looks like I have to beat my defeated opponents again."
Peter B. Parker puffed out his large belly, adopting an air of confidence.
Noir took off his hat. His masked face concealed his expression, but his voice was deep.
"I smell the stench of Nazis. I will bring them to justice."
Gwen realized belatedly. "So all these people are Spider-Man's enemies?"
"Does that mean I will face these enemies later too?"
Gwen mentally prepared herself.
Peter B. Parker, acting like a senior, said, "Yo, looks like you're still a rookie Spider-Man? They are our arch-nemeses."
"Besides these few, there are also the very classic Lizard Professor, Sandman, and Electro. And of course, Venom, who is all black, just like this gentleman here."
Shadow Spider was displeased. "Buddy, everyone in our Universe looks like me. If you have a problem, want to spar?"
"Fatty!"
Peter B. Parker immediately jumped up, quickly sucked in his stomach, and laughed awkwardly:
"This must be due to spacetime distortion. I was much thinner before the distortion!"
Peni Parker said faintly, "Give it a rest, greasy middle-aged uncle! I can smell that stench of decay on you from Miles away!"
Peni Parker walked behind Aaron and took several greedy, deep breaths. "I feel much better now."
Peter B. Parker looked as if he had been struck by lightning.
Middle-aged, greasy, uncle... NO!!!!
Aaron looked strange and retorted, "Perhaps... you are an exception?"
Gwen asked, confused, "Why?"
"Do you remember Professor Curt and Dr. Otto?"
"Oh crap, they are the Lizard Professor and Doctor Octopus!"
Peter B. Parker warned, "You have to be careful of them, they are extremely dangerous!"
Gwen gasped, "But aren't they your employees?"
"And they are very amiable, always friendly and respectful whenever they see me."
Aaron nodded. "That's why I said you are different."
"They are very talented, so I hired them as my employees to conduct scientific research for me."
"Coupled with the internal monitoring System of the company, theoretically speaking, they have no need to get involved with that stuff anymore."
"In addition, Norman Osborn and Harry Osborn are Green Goblin I and Green Goblin II."
Gwen was stunned, thinking of Norman's diligent, working-man appearance.
She whispered, "Why don't we give him fewer tasks? I feel like maybe he turned into the Green Goblin because you overworked him too much?"
Aaron laughed and shook his head. "That's impossible. I already solved his problems for him and gave him strength even greater than the Green Goblin's."
"He is a very good employee, and Harry will take over his position and continue working for me."
Gwen said, troubled, "Then... wouldn't I be an incomplete Spider-Man?"
"After all, you are Ghost-Spider."
"That's right!"
Gwen smiled.
Peter B. Parker looked at Aaron with a face full of confusion.
The latter seemed to sense it.
"Stop staring. Venom is my Security Vice Captain, Electro is my electrician. I don't care for Prowler, Tombstone, Scorpion, and the like. Aaron Industries doesn't keep idlers!"
Peter B. Parker was greatly shocked.
Doesn't keep idlers? So you're telling me you hire nothing but villains!
"Aaron Industries must be incredibly awesome!" Peter said against his better judgment.
Gwen nodded, saying proudly, "It's alright, I guess. It's only equivalent to four or five Stark Industries."
Peter B. Parker opened his mouth. He wanted to say that wasn't what he meant, but then he heard Gwen say that.
What the actual f*ck!
It's even more awesome than he thought.
Four or five Stark Industries!
What kind of behemoth is Aaron Industries? Why don't you just put on the imperial robe and declare yourself King?
Peter B. Parker dared not, and could not, think about it.
Coming from the Main Universe, he knew how terrifying Stark Industries was.
According to Gwen, he guessed that the other nine people in the top ten of the rich list combined couldn't compare to Aaron.
Peter B. Parker glanced at Aaron. "May I be so bold as to ask, how old are you?"
"Twenty-two. Why?"
"N-nothing..."
Twenty-two years old. What was he doing at that age?
Oh, he was probably just starting at the Daily Bugle, or maybe still delivering pizza? Part-time Spider-Man.
And then he broke his spine.
And Aaron... had already become the richest man in the world.
Damn it, stop overachieving!
Facing Aaron, who was approachable because of his billions and talented because of his billions, Peter wisely chose to shut up.
He remembered that Aaron seemed to possess some kind of long-distance teleportation ability, moving him from the center of New York City to Queens.
Then thinking about himself...
Divorced, failed investments.
Right, let me just say this: never invest in a Spider-Man Theme Restaurant. That is purely based on experience, spoken from the heart.
Peter B. Parker was grieving alone.
Just then, Aaron remembered something and said, "Right, Peter."
"What?" * 3
Three voices rang out simultaneously.
"I am Peter!"
"No, I am Peter!"
"Stop fighting, one of you is a pig, one is a Dark Spider, I am the true Peter!"
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